So glad for you, my friend! I can’t say the same about my family! I was lately interviewed by a lovely lady I had the privilege to know through Medium. One of her thoughtful questions was: Which one is your favorite family memory, and why?

I’m afraid I don’t have any, as sad as it may sound. I was raised in a dysfunctional family system. I was always feeling something was off, and my household never felt like home despite the perfect image sold to the world.

When I was attending college, I rent a small apartment. The owner was such a lovely person that I had the privilege to be invited for lunch or dinner frequently. Each time I was about to leave, my heart was bleeding as I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t able to feel that good when I was sharing the meal with my own family.

A similar experience occurred when I was in Stockholm. My friends hosted me for a month. I can never show all the gratitude I have for the magic stay! They saw my silliest and happiest version because their energy is so welcoming!

They’re real, generous, and hilarious. We were spending hours having dinner talking about everything, and most importantly, giggling! We loved watching movies, eating caramel corn and ice-cream. We were spending our weekends mostly on mother nature after having breakfast at home.

My heart was bleeding when I was about to leave. I spent a month adapting to my place. I still miss them and the rituals we had every day. I’ve secretly (up to this moment 😊) wished they were my family.